I step in
and the warmth
wraps around my skin,
like a favourite blanket.
Bubbles dance between my fingers.
Tiny sparkling mandalas
glisten in my foamy palm.
A galaxy of colour
drops through my hand.
Aching limbs float
freely,
light and weightless as air.
Sore veins soften
and the pain melts away.
I lie back,
content, in this moment.
Resting.
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